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OCT  11  1934 


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UNION  HA 


ORIGINAL  AND  SELECTED; 


BY 


EDWIN  BURNHAM. 


PHILADELPHIA 

1861. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


L.  M. 


1  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2  Praise  him  whose  mighty  throne  is  high ; 
Whose  robes  are  light  and  majesty; 
Whose  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
Whose  justice  guards  his  holy  law. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might ! 
Kind  are  his  ways,  his  judgments  right; 
In  love  he  builds  his  holy  throne, 

And  ever  makes  his  mercy  known. 

4  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 


2. 


C.  M. 


All  hail  the  great  Immanuel's  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  Gentile  sinners  not  forget, 
Who  saves  them  from  the  fall ; 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race — 

A  remnant  weak  and  small — 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

5  0,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

I  at  his  feet  may  fall, 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  your  glorious  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !  " 
Soon  will  he  call  us  all  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

5  Then  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


S.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


C.  M. 


1  0  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  conflicts,  fears,  and  woes, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

2  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee; 
O,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day ; 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

3  If,  for  thy  sake,  upon  my  name 

Keproach  and  shame  shall  be, 
I  welcome  both  reproach  and  shame ; 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

4  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

A  nd  all  thy  glory  see, 
0,  bid  me  pass  to  thy  right  hand ; 
0,  then  remember  me! 


5. 

Jesus,  refuge  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ! 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

And  receive  me  at  the  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  O,  leave  me  not  alone ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the"  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
1* 


P.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

Thine  is  perfect  righteousness. 
Save  me  from  my  sin  and  shame; 

Fill  me  with  thy  truth  and  grace. 


6. 


L.  M. 


1  0  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee 
0,  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  my  guide,  my  way ; 

No  foes  or  violence  I  fear, 

Or  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  floods  my  spirit  overflow, 
And  I  shall  sink  in  waves  of  wo, 
O,  then  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

To  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 


S.  M. 


1  In  expectation  sweet, 

We  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
And  see  an  endless  day. 

2  He  comes,  the  Conqueror  comes; 

Death  falls  beneath  his  sword ; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  the  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 


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3  The  trumpet  sounds,  "Awake! 

Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come!" 
The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
While  man  receives  his  doom. 

4  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 

Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ; 
No  night  of  sorrow  ere  shall  close, 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 

8.  L- M- 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
That  we  may  gain  the  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new — 
Which  hypocrites  cannot  attain, 
And  vile  apostates  never  knew. 


9. 

1  There  is  a  King  of  glory, 
Ere  long  on  earth  to  rise, 
Sung  in  prophetic  story, 

Descending  from  the  skies ; 
The  babe  of  Bethlehem  is  he, 
It  is  the  man  of  Calvary ; 
Not  crowned  with  thorns  and  gory, 
But  crowned  with  glory  now: 


P.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

Not  set  at  naught  to-day, 
Not  mocked  and  led  away, 
But  crowned  with  everlasting  glory  now. 

2  He  cometh,  cometh  speedy 

To  save  his  suffering  saints — 
Saints  groaning,  waiting,  ready, 
And  encleth  their  complaints. 
With  joy  they  meet  him  in  the  air, 
And  shout  the  swelling  triumph  there 

No  longer  poor  and  needy, 

But  crowned  with  glory  now: 
Not  one  reviled  that  day ! 
None  stumble  in  the  way, 

All  crowned  with  everlasting  glory  now. 

3  O,  tears,  and  sin,  and  sighing, 

Now  let  your  prisoners  go ; 

Discharged  from  pain  and  dying, 
And  from  a  world  of  wo  ! 

I  go  to  Christ,  he  comes  to  me, 

We  meet  in  bright  eternity : 
On  clouds  he  cometh  flying, 
On  clouds  of  glory  now  ; 

"Victorious  in  his  wars, 

Full  many  a  palm  he  bears, 
And  crowns  of  everlasting  glory  now. 

4  0,  what  is  tribulation — 

What  all  the  ills  1  bear- 
Compared  with  this  salvation 

And  all  the  glory  there  ? 
Behold  the  city  fair  and  high, 
Bright  capital  of  earth  and  sky, 

That  dureth  with  duration, 

All  filled  with  glory  now ! 
The  armies  of  his  grace 
Triumphant  reach  the  place : 

All  glory,  everlasting  glory  now  ! 

5  There  every  sight  that  pleases, 

There  every  sound  that  cheers, 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

There  sweet  immortal  breezes, 
Inspire  the  palmy  years ; 

There  all  the  just  join  in  one  band 

From  every  age,  from  every  land, 
All  honoring  King  Jesus — 
All  crowned  wTth  glory  now : 

The  people  of  his  grace 

Have  reached  the  heavenly  place. 
Hail,  glory !  everlasting  glory  now  ! 


10. 


P.  M. 


1  Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign; 
Hallelujah!  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  Hallelujah  !  hark !  the  sound 

From  the  centre  through  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies. 

4  See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword — the  work  is  done ; 
Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son! 

5  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway; 
The  wide  earth  he  shall  control ; 
Nor  his  kingdom  pass  away. 


11, 


P.  M. 


Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 

Traveller !  in  yon  heavenly  height 
See  that  glory-beaming  star! 


10  THE  UNION  HARP. 

Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 

Traveller  !  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone, 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller!  ages  are  its  own; 

See,  it  shines  through  all  the  earth ! 

3  "Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn, 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home, 
Traveller  !  lo,  the  Prince  of  peace — 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  has  come  ! 


12. 


P.  M. 


1  0  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight ; 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ; 

2  0,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee  ? 

Why  leave  my  beloved  and  die  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
Nor  heed  when  for  pity  I  cry. 

3  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  areas  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 

4  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 


THE  UNION  HARP.  11 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet; 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

5  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
And  prostrate  before  him  they  lie. 

6  He  looks,  and  the  angels  in  glory  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity  filled  with  his  voice, 
Ee-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


13. 


P.  M. 


1  Hark  !  whence  that  voice  ? 
Hark  !  hear  the  joyful  shouting ! 
See,  see  what  splendor 
Spreads  its  beams  around  us, 

Turning  dark  midnight 
Into  noontide  glory, 
As  it  approaches. 

2  With  pomp  majestic, 
See  the  heavenly  vision 
Swiftly  descending, 
While  attending  angels, 

Pour  acclamation, 
And  celestial  chanting, 
Waking  attention.  « 

3  Give  God  the  glory, 
All  ye  hosts  celestial ; 
Peace  dwells  on  earth, 

•    And  man  enjoys  the  favor  ! 
Rise  now,  ye  fallen, 
Heirs  to  life  eternal ! 
Through  the  Mediator. 

4  0,  may  impressions 

Of  God's  boundless  mercy, 

Ever  remind  us, 

Of  our  grateful  duty: 


12  THE  UNION  HARP. 

Sweet  the  employment, 
To  proclaim  his  goodness 
And  sing  his  praises. 

14. 


L.  Iff. 


1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  : 
Lo,  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds  and  cheer  our  hearts ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live  ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

•  And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

4  May  this  blest  treasure  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye  ; 
And  every  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  lasting  heritage. 

15.  L.  M. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Formed  us  of  clay  when  we  began  ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again, 

3  Now  crowd  his  gates  with  thankful  songs  ; 
High  as  the  heavens  your  voices  raise  ; 
Let  earth  with  her  unnumbered  tongues, 
Fill  all  his  courts  with  sounding  praise  ! 


o 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ! 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell ! 


16. 

1  Lord,  in  thy  temple,  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer ; 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; 

2  Up  to  that  world  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  cannot  be  thy  delight, 
Or  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  here  ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 


C.  M. 


IT. 


r.  m. 


1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

Ye  wanderers  come ! 
0  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

0  hear  him  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

For  refuge  fly  ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 


14  THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day ! 
Yield  to  Ms  power; 
0  grieve  him  not  away ! 
This  is  his  hour  ! 

18.  p-  * 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

This  is  your  accepted  hour  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power. 

2  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you  are  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 

4  0,  embrace  the  news  of  pardon 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord; 
Hear  his  pleadings — 0,  how  tender  ! 
Listen  to  his  loving  word. 

19.  U  31. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive — 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  cannot  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ! 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
Aud  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 


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4  0,  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

"Whose  hope  is  hovering  round  thy  word, 
To  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

20.  p-  m. 

1  In  Eden's  bowers  so  lovely, 

Where  oft  we  yet  shall  stray, 
Where  fountains  sweet  are  gushing, 

Shines  one  eternal  day, 
Shines  one  eternal  day— 

Never  forget  will  I — 
And  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Saviour, 

I  would  lay  me  down  and  die. 

2  There  gentle  breezes  ever 

Will  fan  the  victor's  brow ; 
There  songs  of  heavenly  concert, 

Fill  the  ever  present  now,    • 
Fill  the  ever  present  now — 

To  be  there  still  I  cry ; 
And  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Saviour, 

I  would  lay  me  down  and  die. 

3  There  the  trees  of  life  are  growing 

la  the  Paradise  of  God : 
There  the  stream  of  life  is  flowing 

In  the  midst  of  that  abode, 
In  the  midst  of  that  abode — 

To  be  there  I  will  try, 
And  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Saviour, 

I  would  lay  me  down  and  die. 

4  There  is  pleasure,  never  dying, 

At  thy  right  hand,  O  Lord ! 
There  by  the  holy  angels 

Our  Jesus  is  adored, 
Our  Jesus  is  adored — 

He  sits  enthroned  on  high. 
Glory  unto  Christ  the  Saviour, 

Who  for  us  came  down  to  die. 


K3  THE  UNION  HARP. 

21.  R  *• 

1  0,  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When,  at  first,  I  believed 

What  a  joy  1  received  ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  blest  name  ! 

3  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

4  0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 

Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God ! 


22. 


C.  M. 


1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  immortal  lines. 

2  Here  the  blest  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 

And  yields  a  rich  repast; 
Here  purer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 


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3  Lo,  here  the  Saviour's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  0  may  this  heavenly  treasure  be 

My  ever-dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

23.  c.  m. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  who  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

4  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love  ! 


24. 

Thine  oath  and  promise,  mighty  God, 

Kecorded  in  thy  word, 
Become  our  hope's  foundation  broad, 

And  surety  afford. 

Like  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thy  faithfulness  we  prove ; 

We  tread  in  paths  the  fathers  trod, 
Blest  with  thy  light  and  love. 

2* 


C.  M. 


18  THE  UNION  HARP- 

3  Largely  our  consolation  flows, 

While  we  expect  the  day 
That  ends  our  griefs,  and  pains,  and  woes, 
And  drives  our  tears  away. 

4  Let  floods  of  mighty  vengeance  roll, 

And  compass  earth  around; 
Let  thunder  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  earthquakes  vast  astound; 

5  Let  nature  all  convulse  and  shake, 

And  angry  nations  rage ; 
Thy  name  our  hiding-place  we  make : 
To  save  thou  dost  engage. 

25.  L.  K. 

1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !  Hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  courage  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem : 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall. 
It  led  me  to  th.e  port  of  peace. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  19 

0  Now,  safely  moored  from  perils  sore, 
I  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Most  joyfully  forevermore, 

The  brilliant  star  of  Bethlehem. 


26 


C.  M. 


1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  And  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Eedeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  I,  in  a  nobler  sweeter  song, 

Shall  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping  stammering  tongue 
Is  ransomed  from  the  grave. 


27, 


S.  M. 


Beside  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 

From  day  to  day  my  helpless  soul 
Hath  waited  for  a  cure. 

How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  pool 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Still,  then  from  day  to  day 

I  wait,  and  hope,  and  try. 
Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 


28. 


L.  M. 


1  The  Christian  warrior,  see  him  stand, 

In  the  whole  armor  of  his  God  ; 
The  Spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand  ; 
His  feet  are  with  the  gospel  shod. 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete, 

Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head, 
With  righteousness,  a  breastplate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread. 

3  With  this  omnipotence  he  moves; 

From  this  the  rebel  armies  flee ; 
Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves, 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  him  victory. 

4  Thus  strong  in  his  Eedeemer's  Strength, 

Sin,  death,  and  hell  he  tramples  down; 
Fights  the  good  fight,  and  wins  at  length, 
Through  mercy,  an  immortal  crown. 

29.  l-  *■ 

1  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  heirs  of  hope, 

And  let  his  word  support  each  soul; 
Well  can  he  bear  your  courage  up, 
And  all  your  foes  and  fears  control. 

2  He  waits  his  own  well  chosen  hour, 

Intended  mercy  to  display; 
Oft  his  paternal  pity  moves, 
While  wisdom  dictates  a  delay. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  21 

3  Blest  are  the  patient  souls  that  wait 

With  sweet  submission  to  his  will ; 
Harmonious  all  their  passions  move, 
And  in  the  midst  of  storms  are  still. 

4  And  when  their  Father's  well  known  voice 

Wakens  their  silence  into  songs, 
Then  earth  grows  vocal  with  his  praise, 
And  heaven  the  grateful  shout  prolongs. 

30.  L- M- 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus  has  before  thee  gone, 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  the  victor's  crown, 

And  magnify  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


31, 


C.  M. 


1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Let  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  rest,  my  all. 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know ; 
Blest  fields,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

32.  s.  m. 

1  Equip  me  for  the  war, 

And  teach  me,  Lord,  to  fight; 
My  heart  with  fervency  prepare, 
And  guide  me  ever  right. 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 

My  whole  of  sin  remove ; 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

3  0,  arm  me  with  the  mind, 

Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee, 
And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  joined, 
With  perfect  charity. 

4  0,  may  I  love  like  thee, 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread  ! 
Forever  hate  iniquity, 

But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 


33, 


C.  M. 


1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ! 

2  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign: 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
To  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


TH«E  UNION  HARP. 

3  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar 
By  faith's  discerning  eye. 

4  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


34. 


P.  M. 


1  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise! 

Lo,  your  Leader,  from  the  skies, 
Waves  before  you  glory's  prize — 

Prize  of  victory. 
Seize  your  armor,  gird  it  on ; 
Lo,  the  strife  will  soon  be  done  ; 
Soon  the  battle  will  be  won; 

Struggle  manfully. 

2  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell! 
Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
Who  will  doubt,  or  who  will  fear? 
God  our  strength  and  shield  is  near ; 

We  shall  gain  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God! 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  road ; 
Follow  where  your  Leader  trod  ; 

You  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon  your  foes  shall  all  be  slain ; 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain, 
When  you  with  the  conquering  train, 

Shout  your  Leader's  praise. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


35. 


P.  M. 


1  Come  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still 
Till  the  Master  appear, 

2  His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope, 
And  the  labor  of  love. 

3  Our  life  as  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away ; 
And  the  fugitive  moment 
Refuses  to  stay. 

4  0  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through 
I  have  finished  the  work 
Thou  didst  give  me  to  do." 


36. 


P.  M. 


1  Jesus,  at  thy  command 

I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep; 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  thus  embark  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Christ  is  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  his  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord; 
I  trust  his  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  25 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  he  shall  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye : 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
That  bears  the  world  and  all  things  up, 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest; 
0,  make  my  sails  expand, 
My  Saviour,  ever  blest ! 
0,  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more  ! 


37. 


C.  M. 


1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  checked  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  your  ransom  paid; 
1  die  that  you  may  live." 


38. 


C.  M, 


0,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  many  a  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  poverty  or  wo. 
3 


26  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt. 

3  That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile; 
That  sin's  wild  ocean  cannot  drown, 
Nor  its  soft  arts  beguile ; 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way, 

By  truth  restrained  and  led, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  the  dying  bed, 


39. 


C.  M. 


1  Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound ! 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  Thy  grace  has  taught  me,  Lord,  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  thy  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
Thy  grace  has  led  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  shall  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me ; 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  when  these  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 

And  present  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  27 

G  Then  let  the  earth  dissolve  like  snow, 
And  pass  the  years  of  time, 
That  God,  who  led  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


40. 


L.  M. 


1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large ; 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


41. 


L.  M, 


1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song; 
His  wondrous  name  and  power  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  chosen  race; 
Rejoice,  ye  saints  before  his  face. 

3  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisoners  see  the  light  again ; 
But  rebels  who  dispute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  gloomy  darkness  still. 


28  THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blest; 
He  is  your  fountain  and  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

42.  s.  m. 

1  How  perfect  is  thy  word! 

Thy  judgments  all  are  just; 
And  ever  in  thy  promise,  Lord, 
May  we  securely  trust. 

2  I  hear  thy  word  in  love ; 

In  faith  thy  word  obey ; 
0,  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  teach  me,  Lord,  thy  way. 

3  Thy  counsels  all  are  plain, 

Thy  precepts  all  are  pure ; 

Eternal  as  thy  years  remain 

So  shall  thy  truth  endure. 

4  0,  may  my  soul  with  joy, 

Trust  in  thy  faithful  word ; 
J3e  it  through  life  my  glad  employ 
To  keep  thy  precepts,  Lord. 

43.  L.  M. 

1  Jehovah  reigns !  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might; 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firm  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God! 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies ; 
In  vain  their  rage  they  aim  so  high ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

44. 

1  Lo,  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes  on  earth  to  reign! 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away. 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day : 

"  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away !  " 


P.  M. 


45. 


P.  M. 


1  In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 

Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  fearful  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  On  the  ocean's  hoary  deep 

Stronger  tempests  shall  arise ; 
Darker  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Fiercer  lightnings  rend  the  skies. 

3  Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud, 

Eacking  doubt  and  restless  fear ; 
3* 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

And,  amid  the  blazing  cloud, 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

4  But,  though  from  that  awful  face, 

Heaven  shall  fade  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race, 
Your  redemption  then  is  nigh. 

46.  c.  ir. 

1  My  soul  is  happy  when  I  hear 

The  Saviour  is  so  nigh; 
I  long  to  see  his  sign  appear 
Upon  the  parting  sky. 

2  I  love  to  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray, 

And  trust  his  living  word, 
And  feel  the  coming  of  that  day 
No  longer  is  deferred. 

3  I  do  rejoice  that  life  is  given 

In  these  last  days  to  me, 
That  deathless  I  may  rise  to  heaven, 
And  my  Redeemer  see. 

4  Then,  waiting  brethren,  let  us  sing — 

He  will  not  tarry  long — 
And  fill  with  love  the  hours  that  bring 
The  glory  of  our  song. 

5  Yes,  he  will  come,  no  longer  fear, 

Though  earth  and  hell  assail ; 
His  word  attests  the  moment  near, 
And  that  can  never  fail. 

1  The  glorious  day  is  coming, 
The  hour  is  rolling  on, 
Its  radiant  light  is  beaming, 
Resplendent  as  the  sun ; 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

In  yon  bright  clouds  of  heaven 

The  Saviour  will  appear, 
And  gather  all  his  chosen 

To  meet  him  in  the  air. 

2  Then  fire  from  God  descending, 

Shall  sweep  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  nations,  loud  lamenting, 

Shall  sink  to  rise  no  more. 
Though  tears  with  groans  are  blended, 

Yet  vainly  now  they  cry ; 
The  day  of  hope  is  ended, 

And  sinners  all  must  die. 

3  But  saints  shall  be  victorious, 

And  joy  to  meet  the  Lord ; 
An  earth  more  bright  and  glorious 

Is  promised  in  his  word. 
Our  God  himself,  there  reigning, 

Shall  wipe  all  tears  away ; 
No  darkness  then  remaining, 

But  one  eternal  day. 

4  0,  Christian,  wake  from  sleeping, 

And  let  your  works  abound; 
Be  watching,  praying,  weeping, 

For  soon  the  trump  will  sound ! 
0,  sinner,  hear  the  warning; 

To  Jesus  quickly  fly ; 
Then  you,  on  that  blest  morning, 

May  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

48. 

1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties 
That  nothing  prevails  to  remove. 

2  Why  are  we  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 


P.  M. 


32  THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  And  when  we  shall  see  the  glad  day, 

When  Jesus  descends  from  above, 
And  glory  and  power  display, 
We  then  to  his  kingdom  remove. 

4  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  beauty  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah,  amen! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be ! 

49.  c.  at 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  bank  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0,  the  transporting  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  On  all  those  wide,  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  in  light  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 


50. 


P.  M. 


1  There  is  a  land  of  calm  delight, 

To  sorrowing  mortals  given; 
Where  rapturous  scenes  enchant  the  sight, 
And  all  to  sooth  their  souls  unite; 

It  is  the  gift  of  heaven. 

2  There  glory  shines  on  all  the  plains, 

And  joy  for  hope  is  given  ; 
There  music  swells  in  sweetest  strains, 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

And  spotless  beauty  ever  reigns ; 
It  is  the  gift  of  heaven. 

3  There  cloudless  skies  are  ever  bright; 

Thence  gloomy  scenes  are  driven ; 
There,  falling  on  the  ravished  sight, 
Forever  beams  unsullied  light ; 

It  is  the  gift  of  heaven. 

4  There  is  a  stream  ever  to  flow, 

To  ransomed  pilgrims  given ; 
There  fairest  fruits,  immortal  grow, 
And  fadeless  flowers  forever  blow  ; 

It  is  the  gift  of  heaven. 

51. 

1  Will  you  go,  sinner,  go 

To  the  high  lands  of  Eden  ? 
Where  no  storms  ever  blow  ; 

Where  all  bright  days  are  given  ; 
Where  the  sweet,  blooming  flowers 

Are  their  odors  emitting, 
And  the  leaves  of  the  bowers 

In  the  breezes  are  flitting. 

2  There  the  saints,  robed  in  white, 

Sing  by  life's  flowing  fountains  ; 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 

Lo,  they  shout  from  the  mountains. 
There  no  sin,  or  dismay, 

Neither  trouble  or  sorrow, 
Will  be  known  for  the  day, 

Or  be  feared  for  the  morrow. 

3  Christ  prepares  thee  a  home — 

Sinner,  canst  thou  believe  it  ? 
And  invites  thee  to  come — 

Sinner,  wilt  thou  receive  it? 
0  come,  sinner,  come, 

For  life's  tide-  is  receding, 
And  the  Saviour  will  soon, 

And  forever  cease  pleading. 


P.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


52. 


C.  M. 


1  What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear  ? 

Salvation  sounding  free  ! 
Ye  souls  in  bondage,  lend  an  ear, 
And  hail  the  Jubilee  ! 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole  ! 
All  hail  the  Jubilee  ! 

3  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy-seat ; 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
And  hail  the  Jubilee  ! 

4  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  gospel  bids  you  welcome  home, 
To  hail  the  Jubilee  ! 

53. 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  he  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign. 


P.  M. 


54. 


P.  M. 


1  Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear ! 

We  soon  shall  recover  our  home ; 
The  city  of  God  shall  appear ; 
The  day  of  eternity  come. 

2  Then  mourning  shall  be  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 
Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  holy  Jerusalem  here  ! 
With  buildings  of  jasper  and  gold, 
And  light  as  the  crystal  so  clear. 

4  There  saints  in  God's  presence  Receive 

Their  great  and  eternal  reward ; 
With  Jesus  forever  they  live, 
And  reign  on  the  earth  with  their  Lord. 


55. 


P.  M. 


1  The  last  lovely  morning,  all  blooming  and  fair, 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting,  and  soon  will  appear. 

CHOKUS. 

While  the  mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trump 
Sounds,  "Come,  come  away!" 
0,  let  us  be  ready  to  hail  the  glad  day. 

2  The  Bridegroom  from  glory  to  earth  shall  descend ; 
And  thousands  of  angels  around  him  attend. 

3  The  graves  will  be  opened,  the  dead  will  arise, 
And  with  their  Kedeemer  will  meet  in  the  skies. 

4  The  saints,  then  immortal,  in  glory  shall  reign, 
The  bride  with  the  Bridegroom  for  ever  remain. 

56.  c.  M. 

1  When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 

This  rolling  earth  shall  shake  ; 
Then  opening  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 
And  dust  to  life  awake. 

2  Those  bodies  that  corrupted  fell 

Shall  incorrupted  rise; 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


q 


Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung 
Shall  be,  at  last,  fulfilled : 


oG  THE  UNION  HARP. 

That  Death  shall  yield  his  ancient  reign, 
And  vanquished  quit  the  field. 

4  Let  Faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 
And  thus  begin  to  sing : 
"0  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  now? 
And  where,  0  Death,  thy  sting  ?  " 
» 

57.  p-  m. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "Escape  to  the 

mountain; 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness — for  every  transgression — 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation.'' 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah !  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased  our 

pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan! 

2  0,  Jesus,  ride  on,  thy  triumphs  are  glorious, 
Over  sin.  death  and  hell,  to  make  us  victorious: 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised  in  the  great  congregation. 
And  saints  shall  delight  to  ascribe  thee  salvation. 

3  When  immortal  we  stand,  having  gained  the  blest 

shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him 

evermore : 
We  will  range  the  bright  fields  on  the  banks  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs  for  ever  and  ever! 


58.  c- M- 


1  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
His  spirit  yearns  with  tenderness, 
And  everlasting  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  mortal  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  prayers  and  tears ; 
And  now  in  glory  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He  will  not  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Or  scorns  the  meanest  name, 


59. 


C.  M. 


1  The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might; 

All  nature  owns  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Let  waves  rebel,  and  on  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ! 

The  Lord  lifts  up  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  them  to  the  shore. 

3  Let  stormy  winds  their  force  combine ; 

Without  his  high  behest 
They  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  piue. 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar; 

In  thunder  peals  it  flies ; 
He  binds  the  whirlwind  to  his  car; 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations  bend — with  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  your  highest  songs  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 


THE  UNION"  HARP- 

P.  M 


60. 


Salem's  great  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
And  there  the  waiting  Baptist  stood. 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  flood, 
The  Baptist  led  the  Lamb  of  God, 

And  there  did  him  baptize ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleased  with  what  was  done. 

And  owned  him  from  the  skies. 

'This  is  my  Son,"  Jehovah  cries: 
On  him  to  rest  the  Spirit  flies : 

O,  children,  hear  ye  him. 
Hark!  hear  his  voice;  behold,  he  cries, 
•  Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptized, 
And  wash  away  your  sin." 

Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey ; 
Salem's  great  King  has  marked  the  way. 

And  has  a  crown  prepared; 
O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward ! 


61. 


c.  .\r. 


0,  how  I  long  to  see  that  day 
When  the  redeemed  shall  come 

To  Zion  clad  in  white  array — 
Their  blissful,  endless  home ! 

CHORUS. 

0.  carry  me  home,  carry  me  home 

To  Mount  Zion; 
0,  carry  me  home  to  that  world  of  light. 

Where  all  the  saints  shall  dwell. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  39 

2  My  longing  heart  cries  out,  0,  come ! 
Creation  groans  for  thee ! 
0,  come,  and  bring  thy  people  home — 
Bring  immortality. 

62.  p.  *• 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands; 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning : 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 


63. 


P.  IT. 


1  How  happy  are  the  little  flock, 

Who,  safe  beneath  their  guardian  Rock, 

In  all  commotions  rest! 
When  war's  and  tumult's  waves  run  high, 
Unmoved  above  the  storm  they  lie, 

And  lodge  in  Jesus'  breast. 

2  Such  happiness,  0  Lord,  have  we, 
By  mercy  gathered  into  thee, 

Before  the  floods  descend; 
And  while  the  bursting  cloud  comes  down, 
We  mark  the  vengeful  day  begun, 

And  calmly  wait  the  end. 


40  THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  Thy  tokens  we  with  joy  confess ; 

The  war  proclaims  thee  Prince  of  Peace  : 
The  earthquake  speaks  thy  power; 

The  famine  all  thy  fulness  brings ; 

The  plague  presents  thy  healing  wings 
In  nature's  final  hour. 

4  Whatever  ills  the  world  befall, 

A  pledge  of  endless  good  we  call, 

A  sign  of  Jesus  near; 
His  chariot  will  not  long  delay : 
We  hear  the  rumbling  wheels,  and  pray. 

"  Triumphant  Lord,  appear ! " 


64 


P.  31. 


We  have  heard  from  the  bright,  the  better  land ; 

We  have  heard,  and  our  hearts  are  glad; 
For  we  were  a  lonely,  pilgrim  band, 

And  weary,  and  worn,  and  sad. 
They  tell  us  the  pilgrims  ever  dwell  there — 

No  longer  are  homeless  ones. 
We  know  that  goodly  land  is  fair; 

Life's  river  of  water  there  runs. 

We  hear  that  the  fields  are  waving  there 

With  a  rich  and  abundant  show, 
That  the  mountains  and  the  vales  afar 

All  in  blooming  beauty,  glow ; 
And  lovely  birds  in  the  bowers  green 

Their  melody  ever  repeat, 
And  music  mingles  in  every  scene 

From  the  harpings  of  angels,  most  sweet. 

We  have  heard  of  the  robe,  the  palm,  the  crown. 

And  the  rapturous  band  in  white; 
Of  the  city  of  gems  in  high  renown, 

Illumined  with  heavenly  light; 
The  King  is  seen  in  his  beauty  rare — 

The  joy  and  the  light  of  the  land : 
In  a  little  while  and  we  hope  to  be  there, 

To  sing  with  that  glorious  band. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  41 


65. 

1  When  shall  I  see  the  day 

That  ends  my  woes? 
When  shall  I  victory  gain 

Over  my  foes? 
When  will  the  trumpet  sound 

That  calls  the  exiles  home? 
The  grand  Sabbatic  year, 

When  will  it  come? 

2  A  crown  of  glory  bright. 

By  faith  I  see, 
In  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Prepared  for  me. 
0,  may  I  faithful  prove, 

And  keep  the  prize  in  view, 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 

My  way  pursue. 

3  Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide; 

My  steps  attend ; 
0,  keep  me  near  thy  side ! 

Be  thou  my  friend ; 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 

My  Saviour  and  my  guard; 
And,  when  my  work  is  done, 

My  great  reward. 

■I  0,  how  I  long  to  see 

That  happy  day,j 
When  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin 

Shall  pass  away, 
When  all  the  heavenly  tribes 

Shall  find  their  blissful  home 
The  jubilee  of  God, 

When  will  it  come? 


4* 


P.  M 


42  THE  UNION  HARP. 


66.  p- «. 

1  Drooping:  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 

Heaven  is  propitious! 
If  in  Christ  you  will  believe, 

You  shall  find  him  precious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  mourners  to  him: 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die, 

Only  be  believing ! 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 
Lo,  he  cries,  "Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy-laden." 
Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high, 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven ! 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Worthy  is  the  Saviour's  name. 

Let  the  world  adore  him ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came, — 

Let  us  bow  before  him : 
Wandering  sinners,  now  return : 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him : 
Drooping  ones,  why  will  you  mourn, 

And  be  unbelieving? 

67.  t « 

1  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
No  pain  or  death  can  enter  there: 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine; 
That  glorious  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

CHORUS. 

I  am  going  home,  I  am  going  home, 
I  am  going  home  to  die  no  more, 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I  am  going  home  to  die  no  more. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  43 

2  While  here,  a  stranger  now  I  roam, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam; 
And  though,  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  stands  secure. 

3  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
Where  flames  devour,  floods  overflow ; 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  mansion  nearer  to  the  throne. 


68. 


L.  M. 


Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 
Together  let  us  all  believe, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 
0,  Canaan  it  is  my  happy  home, 

I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  Then  come  with  me,  beloved  friend, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
Our  future  joys  shall  never  end, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

69.  c  I 

1  Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Ye  happy,  praying  band, 
Though  in  this  world  you  suffer  loss, 
Press  on  to  Canaan's  land. 

CHORUS. 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs 
Or  the  frowns  of  the  world, 

For  we  all  have  the  cross  to  bear ; 
It  will  only  make  the  crown 
The  brighter  to  shine 

When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 


44  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  All  earthly  pleasures  we  forsake 
When  glory  is  in  view: 
In  Jesus'  strength  we  undertake 
To  fight  our  passage  through. 

70.  *  «• 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Chorus. — For  0  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand. 
And  soon  shall  all  pass  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We  gird  our  loins  with  truth  divine. 

Our  distant  land  discerning; 
Our  Lord  commands  our  light  to  shine; 
Let  all  our  lamps  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  dark  and  drear. 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
Our  Master  bids  us  not  to  fear; 
To  Him  our  hearts  are  clinging. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  King  says,  "Come" — we  hasten  home 
To  dwell  with  Him  forever. 

71.  L.  M. 

1  The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  blown, 
That  to  the  wanderers  may  be  known 
The  mercy  of  their  Lord  and  King, 
To  cause  their  hearts  with  joy  to  sing. 

Chorus. — As  we  march  along  to  glory 
We  will  sing  salvation  free. ; 
We  will  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  the  coming  Jubilee. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  45 

2  When  on  the  part  of  God  we  rise 
And  take  the  cross,  we  win  a  prize ; 
And  though  temptations  oft  prevail, 
Our  songs  of  triumph  shall  not  fail. 

:{  If  we  prove  faithful  to  the  end, 

We  shall  find  Christ  a  constant  friend; 
For  he  who  loves  us  watches  keeps ; 
He  never  faints,  he  never  sleeps. 


72. 


P.  M. 


1  We  are  bound  for  the  land 
Of  the  pure  and  the  holy, 

The  home  of  the  happy 

Prepared  from  above ; 
Ye  wanderers  from  God, 
In  the  broad  road  of  folly, 

0  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  of  love  ? 

CHORUS. 

Will  you  go,  will  you  go,  will  you  go,  will  you  go 
0  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  of  Love? 

2  In  that  blessed  land, 
Neither  sighing  or  anguish 

Can  breathe  in  the  fields 

Where  the  glorified  rove. 
Ye  heart-burdened  ones, 
Who  in  misery  languish, 

O  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  of  love  ? 


73, 


P.  M. 


Out  on  an  ocean  most  fearful  we  ride, 

All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough  restless  tide. 

All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Far  from  a  harbor  all  drear,  we  have  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  enchanting  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  he  has  bestowed: 
All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 


40  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Look !  yonder  lie  the  bright,  heavenly  shores 

All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Steady,  0  pilot !  stand  firm  at  the  wheel. 
Steady !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale ; 
0,  how  we  fly  with  a  loud  creaking  sail! 

All  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  at  length  we  shall  glide, 

All  home  at  last,  home  at  last, 
Safely  adrift  on  the  bright  silver  tide, 

All  home  at  last,  home  at  last : 
Glory  to  God!  there  are  dangers  no  more  ! 
We  are  secure  on  the  glorified  shore: 
Glory  to  God !  we  shall  shout  evermore, 

All  home  at  last,  home  at  last. 


74. 

Mark  that  pilgrim  lowly  bending 
At  the  shrine  of  prayer;  ascending 
Praise  and  sighs  together  blending 

From  his  lips  in  mournful  strain; 
Glowing  with  sincere  contrition, 
And  with  child-like  blest  submission, 
Ever  riseth  this  petition : 

"  Jesus,  come,  0  come  to  reign !  " 

List  again :  the  low  earth  sigheth, 
For  the  blood  of  martyrs  crieth 
From  its  bosom,  where  there  lieth 

Millions  upon  millions  slain: 
Lord,  how  long  ere  thy  word  given, 
All  the  wicked  shall  be  driven 
From  the  earth  by  bolts  of  heaven  ? 

Jesus,  come,  0  come  to  reign !  " 

Kingdoms  now  are  reeling,  falling, 
Nations  lie  in  wo  appalling, 
On  their  sages  vainly  calling 
All  these  wonders  to  explain  ; 


P.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

While  the  slain  around  are  lying-, 
God's  own  little  flock  are  sighing, 
And  in  secret  places  crying, 

"Jesus,  come,  0  come  to  reign !  " 

Here  the  wicked  live  securely, 
Of  to-morrow  boasting  surely, 
While  from  those  who  walk  most  purely 

They  extort  dishonest  gain : 
Yea,  the  meek  are  burdened,  driven, 
Want  and  care  to  them  are  given, 
But  they  lift  the  cry  to  heaven, 

"Jesus,  come,  0  come  to  reign!" 

Christian,  cheer !  the  time  is  nearing ! 
Still  be  hopeful,  nothing  fearing  ; 
Soon  in  majesty  appearing, 

You  shall  hail  the  Lamb  once  slain. 
0,  how  joyful  then  to  hear  him, 
While  all  nations  shall  revere  him, 
Saying  to  his  flock  who  fear  him, 

"I  have  come  on  earth  to  reign!  " 


75, 


1\  M. 


"Are  we  almost  there,  are  we  almost  there  ? " 
Says  the  weary  saint  as  he  sighs  for  home. 

Are  those  the  verdant  trees  that  rear 

Their  stately  forms  in  the  high,  bright  domeT' 

Then  he  talks  of  the  flowers,  and  the  clear  rolling 
stream, 

That  flows  through  the  paradise  of  God; 
And  he  longs  to  wake  from  life's  troubled  dream. 

To  walk  the  golden  street  abroad. 

He  is  weary  and  sad  in  this  world's  rude  strife. 
And  pants  for  a  holy,  peaceful  clime ; 

To  glow  with  the  vigor  of  endless  life, 

And  be  compassed  no  more  by  the  bounds  of  tim  e. 


48  THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  He  is  waiting  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  to  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  air ! 
The  bright  day  dawns!  lo,  with  joyous  bound. 
He  exclaims,  "Indeed,  we  are  almost  there ! 


76. 

1  0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Christ  with  clouds  shall  come. 
To  judge  the  nations  at  his  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here. 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Thy  favor  to  secure, 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

77. 

1  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  awful  bar, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  must  soon  appear; 

2  Our  souls  by  grace  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day. 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

3  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down ; 


P.  Bf. 


S.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP.  4:> 

The  mighty  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race. 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 


78, 


P.  M. 


Hail  to  the  brightness  ofZion's  glad  morning! 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain! 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning: 

Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

Hail  to  the  brightness  ofZion's  glad  morning, 
Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold! 

Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning! 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

Lo.  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing; 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along: 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing: 

Wastes  rise  in  verdure  and  mingle  in  song. 

See  the  dead  risen  from  land  and  from  ocean  ! 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascendeth  on  high; 
Fallen  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion! 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky! 


79. 


P.   M. 


We  are  going  home,  led  by  visions  bright 
Of  that  holy  land,  that  world  of  light, 
Where  the  long,  dark  night  of  time  is  past, 
And  the  morn  of  glory  has  come  at  last; 
Where  the  weary  saint  no  more  shall  roam,  |fj 
But  dwell  in  a  sunny,  peaceful  home ; 
Where  the  brow  with  immortal  gems  is  crowned. 
And  the  waves  of  light  are  rolling  around. 

CHORUS. 

0.  that  beautiful  world!  0,  that  beautiful  world! 


0  THE  UNION  HARP. 

We  are  going  home,  we  soon  shall  be 
Where  the  sky  is  clear  and  the  soil  is  free ; 
Where  the  victor's  song  floats  over  the  plains. 
And  the  seraph's  anthems  blend  with  its  strain-: 
Where  the  sun  rolls  down  its  brilliant  flood, 
And  beams  on  a  world  that  is  fair  and  good ; 
And  stars,  that  dimmed  at  nature's  doom, 
Will  sparkle  and  shine  on  the  new  earth's  bloom. 

!  Where  the  tears  and  sighs  which  here  were  given 

Are  exchanged  for  the  gladsome  song  of  heaven ; 

Where  the  beauteous  forms  which  sing  and  shine 

Are  guarded  well  by  a  hand  divine. 

Pure  love's  banner  and  friendship's  wand 
'  Are  waving  above  that  princely  band, 

And  the  glory  of  God,  like  a  molten  sea, 

Will  bathe  that  immortal  company. 

1  Mid  the  ransomed  throng,  mid  the  sea  of  bliss, 
Mid  the  holy  city's  gorgeousness, 
Mid  the  verdant  plains,  mid  angels'  cheer, 
Mid  the  flowers  that  never  of  winter  wear; 
Where  the  conqueror's  song,  as.it  sounds  afar. 
Is  wafted  on  the  ambrosial  air; 
Through  endless  years  we  there  shall  prove 
The  depth  of  a  Saviour  s  matchless  love  ! 


SO, 


P.  M. 


1  What  heavenly  music  falls  sweet  on  my  ear ! 
The  strains  how  delightful !  enchanted  I  hear 
The  voice  of  the  angels,  in  chorus  divine ; 
They  sing  of  the  Saviour ;  they  sing  he  is  mine  ! 

2  Those  harpers  immortal  invite  me  away ; 
They  bid  me  to  hasten — 0,  let  me  not  stay  : 

I  hear  them  all  chanting,]"Come,  come  to  our  shore 
Where  trouble,  and  sorrow,  and  pain  are  no  more.1 

p  0,  fly,  fly,  ye  moments,  fly  swiftly  away; 
Adieu,  earthly  pleasures,  that  fade  in  a  day; 
1  hasten  to  mingle  in  that  holy  band, 
Forever  to  dwell  in  the  bright  Eden  land. 


HARP.  OJ 

L.  M. 


81. 


1  When  for  the  eternal  world  I  steer, 
And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
To  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
The  distant  hills  all  glorious  rise. 

Ghorus.t— O  then,  with  joy,  I  spread  my  sails, 

And  fly  before  the  wafting  gales, 

To  Oauaan's  shore, 

To  Canaan's  shore, 

And  fly  before  the  wafting  gales 

To  Canaan's  shore. 


2  With  cheerful  hope  my  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore ; 
The.  tree  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  street,  the  crystal  stream. 

3  When  nearer  still  I  draw  to  land, 
More  eager  all  my  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  sail, 
The  anchor  drops  within  the  veil ! 

82.  r.  u. 

1  0  hail,  happy  day,  that  speaks  our  trials  ended! 

Our  Lord  has  come  to  take  us  home ; 
O,  hail,  happy  day! 
No  more  by  doubts  and  fears  distressed, 
We  now  shall  gain  our  promised  rest, 
And  be  forever  blest.     O,  hail,  happy  day! 

2  Swell  loud  the  glad  note,  our  bondage  now  is  over ; 

The  Jubilee  proclaims  us  free ; 
0,  hail,  happy  day ! 
The  day  that  brings  a  sweet  release, 
That  crowns  our  Jesus  PRINCE  OF  PEACE, 
And  bids  our  sorrows  cease.     0,  hail,  happy  day  ! 

3  0,  hail,  happy  day,  that  ends  our  tears  and  sorrows. 

That  brings  us  joy  without  alloy; 
0,  hail,  happy  day! 


:  THE  UNION  HARP. 

There  peace  shall  wave  her  sceptre  high, 
And  love's  fair  banner  greet  the  eye, 
Proclaiming  victory!     0,  hail,  happy  day! 

Thrice  hail,  happy  day,  when  earth  shall  smile  in 

gladness, 
And  Eden  bloom  on  nature's  tomb ; 

0,  hail,  happy  day! 
Where  life's  pellucid  waters  glide, 
We,  by  our  dear  Redeemer's  side, 
Forever  shall  abide.     0,  hail,  happy  day! 


83. 


P.  M. 


1  How  happv  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear! 
Confined  to  neither  court  or  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell ; 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness,  in  part,  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design  ; 

From  every  sinful  love ; 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  carnal  good, 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant; 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen — 
Such  honors,  wealth  and  pleasures  mean — 

I  neither  have  or  want. 

4  I  have  a  house  and  portion  fair! 

My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there — 

There  my  abiding  home, 
And  while  on  earth  I  make  my  stay. 
I  wait  the  swift  approaching  day 

When  Christ,  my  Kin^,  shall  come. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


84. 


P.  M. 


1  Here  on  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam; 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest: 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away; 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

2  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around ; 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest; 
Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround ; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest : 
Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping,  endeavor  to  shame  ; 
1  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme, 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

3  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state  ; 

Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate  ; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest. 
.Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released ; 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest ; 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  own  breast ; 

Then  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


85. 


P.  M. 


There  is  a  world  to  come, 

Happy  and  pure; 
That  is  the  Christian's  home, 

Long  to  endure. 
O.  in  that  world  of  light 
All  shall  be  forever  bright! 
Faith  views  it  with  delight, 


5* 


54  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  There  Christ  will  ever  reign, 

All  glorious  King  ! 
There  music's  rapturous  strain 

Ever  will  ring ; 
Saints  who  in  ages  by 
Suffered,  and  were  called  to  die, 
There  in  sweet  harmony 

Anthems  will  sing. 

3  There  is  our  paradise, 

Eden  restored ; 
All  beauteous  in  their  eyes 

Who  love  the  Lord. 
Wastes  that  are  now  most  drear, 
Like  the  rose  shall  blossom  there, 
And  be  a  garden  fair: 

Thus  saith  the  word. 

4  0,  that  bright  world  to  come 

ToDgue  cannot  tell ! 
Thrice  blessed  is  the  home 

Where  saints  will  dwell ; 
Turn  then  from  sin  away, 
And  the  word  of  God  obey; 
Then  at  the  last  great  day 

All  will  be  well. 

86. 

L  Jesus  died,  yet  lives  forever, 
O,  hail  his  name  ! 
Glory  to  the  mighty  Saviour, 
Who  pleads  for  men  ! 

2  Once  he  hung  a  bleeding  offering, 

All  bathed  in  wo, 
To  the  world  salvation  proffering, 
Long  time  ago. 

3  Now  he  sits  in  yonder  heaven 

Proclaiming  love. 
All  may  have  their  sins  forgiven 
By  him  above. 


r.  M. 


TIIK  UNION   HARP.  00 

4  Soon  this  blest,  propitious  hour, 

Will  pass  away. 
And  he  come  with  awful  power. 
0,  fearful  day! 

5  Come,  ye  sinners,  seek  his  favor 

Who  died  for  you; 
0.  embrace  this  blessed  Saviour; 
His  love  is  true. 

87.  *  «• 

1  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move. 

Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  glory  and  love; 
Angelic  choristers  sing;  as  I  come, 
•Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home!" 

2  Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
On  to  the  land  of  the  blessed  I  go; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

:;  Friends  fondly  cherished,  who  greet  me  no  more, 
Soon  shall  I  meet  on  the  fair  blissful  shore, 
Chanting  in  triumph  past  death's  chilling  gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  music  will  fall  on  my  ear; 
Heavenly  harpings  I  ever  shall  hear, 
Kinging  in  harmony  through  the  high  dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  in  my  blest  home. 

.")  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war,  lay  me  low ; 
Strike,  king  of  terrrors,  1  fear  not  the  blow  ! 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb : 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  I  shall  go  home. 

6   {'right  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn; 

Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 
.Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
.Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home! 


~&  THE  UNION  HARP. 


88. 


C.  M. 


1  What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in? 
Declare  to  us  the  same. 
Our  vessel  is  the  Ark  of  God, 
And  Christ  our  Captain's  name. 

CHORUS. 

Hoist  every  sail  to  catch  the  gale — 
If  calm,  then  ply  the  oar; 

The  night  begins  to  wear  away, 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  shore. 


Say,  are  you  not  afraid  some  storm 
Your  bark  will  overwhelm? 

We  need  not  fear,  the  Lord  is  near ; 
Our  Captain  holds  the  helm! 


89, 


1  Ye  who  rose  to  meet  the  Lord, 
Ventured  on  his  faithful  word. 
Faint  not  now,  for  your  reward 

Will  be  quickly  given. 
Faint  not !  alwaj  s  watch  and  pray 
Jesus  will  not  long  delay ; 
Even  now  the  dawn  of  day 

Beams  from  yonder  heaven. 

2  Would  ye  to  the  end  endure  ? 
Keep  the  wedding  garment  pure; 
Claim  ye  still  the  promise  sure, 

Faithful  is  the  Lord  ! 
Let  your  lamps  be  burning  bright ; 
In  God's  word  is  beaming  light ; 
Live  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight ; 

Crowns  are  your  reward. 

3  Mid  the  darts  of  angry  foe 
Onward,  fearless,  onward  go ; 
The  good  soldier's  courage  show; 

On  to  victory ! 


P.  M, 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

:  Let  thine  eyes  be  turned  to  me," 
Jesus  says.  "I  am  with  thee; 
Overcome  and  faithful  be; 

Thou  shalt  glory  see." 

\ 
Marriage  supper  all  prepared, 
By  the  guests  will  soon  be  shared. 
In  fair  righteous  robes  arrayed 

Like  the  Bridegroom  King. 
Glory  to  Jehovah's  name  ! 
Sound  aloud  the  glad  acclaim; 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Hallelujahs  bring! 


90, 


P.  M. 


Come,  all  ye  friends  of  Zion, 
Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 

Have  your  lamps  brightly  burning, 
And  attend  the  proclamation, 

Saying,  "  All  things  now  are  ready 

For  the  feeble  and  the  needy ; 

All  my  fatlings  now  are  killed, 

And  prepared  on  the  table." 

0,  what  a  happy  meeting, 

When  salvation  is  completed, 
And  all  tribulation  ended, 

And  the  spotless  robe  prepared 
For  the  Bride  to  be  adorned, 
By  the  jasper  walls,  when  crowned, 
Singing,  "  Worthy  is  the  Lamb," 
In  the  New  Jerusalem  ! 

0  sinner,  be  not  doubting, 

While  the  holy  ones  are  shouting  ; 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army. 

There  is  nothing  that  will  harm  you 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Saviour, 
And  break  off  all  bad  behaviour, 
And  repent  and  be  converted — 
You  may  sing  his  praises  too  ! 


THE  UNION  HARP. 

P.  M. 


91, 


Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  his  saints  go  free? 
There  is  a  cross  for  every  one ; 

There  is  a  cross  for  me. 
J  love  the  cross  of  Calvary — 
Through  which,  by  faith,  the  crown  I  see — 
To  me  sweet  pardon  bringing ; ' 

That  is  the  cross  for  me  !  .      \ 

How  faithful  does  the  Saviour  prove 

To  those  that  serve  him  here ! 
They  now  may  taste  his  perfect  love, 

And  joy  to  hail  him  near. 
Yes,  perfect  love  will  dry  our  tears, 
And  cast  out  all  tormenting  fears 
Which  round  our  hearts  are  clinging; 

That  is  the  love  for  me !  • 

We  hail  the  consecrated  cross, 

For  by  it  we  are  free  ; 
And  by  it  we  shall  wear  the  crown, 

When  we  the  Saviour  see. 
There  is  a  crown  prepared  above, 
The  purchase  of  Eedeeming  love, 
For  me  at  his'appearing ; 

That  is  the  crown  for  me. 


92 


P.   M. 


1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth,  . 
At  home,  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, — 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

.')  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie. 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 


THE  UNION  HARP.  59 

The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 

T  will  not,  1  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes : 

That   soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour    t< 

shake, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not,  I  will  not  forsake ! 


©3. 


P.  M. 


Sweet  bonds  now  unite  all  the  children  of  peace 
To  their  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease  ; 
And  though,  in  his  absence,  in  sadness  we  roam. 
AVe  hope  to  behold  him  in  glory  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! 

Prepare  us,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  our  home. 

94.  p- M- 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Teach  me  to  adore  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

I  am  ever  made  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

95.  p-  *• 

1   All  the  prophets  of  old  did  with  rapture  behold 
A  bright  vision  of  glory  to  come ; 
And  apostles  have  told  of  the  beauty  and  gold 
In  the  city  prepared  for  our  home. 

CHORUS. 

Hail,  Saviour  !  dear  Saviour  !  0  Saviour,  come  ! 
Here  we  mourn,  and  we  sigh,  and  we  still  ever  cry. 
Come  and  gather  the  faithful  home. 


(>0  thi:  UNION  HARP. 

"J  0,  we  long  to  be  there  where  no  sorrow  or  care 
Shall  disturb  that  sweet,  heavenly  rest ! 
And  we  hope  soon  to  share  in  those  beauties  so 
rare. 
In  reserve  for  the  good  and  the  blest. 

96.  r.  m. 

1    Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale  ? 
Knowest  thou  it  is  full  of  danger  ? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

CHORUS. 

1  am  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

"J   Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me. 
Passing  through  this  desert  wide. 
But  no  evil  shall  befall  me 

"While  my  Saviour  is  my  guide. 


97. 


P.  ¥. 


1  This  groaning  earth  is  too  dark  and  drear 

For  the  saint's  eternal  home  ; 
But  the  city  from  heaven  will  soon  be  here  : 
We  know  that  the  moment  is  drawing  near 

When  she  in  her  glory  shall  come. 
Her  gates  of  pearl  we  soon  shall  see. 

And  her  music  we  soon  shall  hear ; 
Joyous  and  bright  our  home  shall  be 
We  will  rest  in  the  shadow  of  life's  fair  tree. 

With  our  Saviour  forever  near. 

2  We  will  gladly  exchange  a  world  like  this. 

Where  death  triumphant  reigns, 
For  a  home  in  that  beautiful  land  of  bliss 
Where  all  is  happiness,  joy  and  peace, 

And  nothing  can  enter  that  pains. 
There  is  no  more  sorrow  or  gloomy  night, 


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For  the  darkness  shall  pass  away, 
The  glorious  Lord  shall  be  the  light, 
And  the  saints  shall  walk  with  him  in  white 

In  that  happy  and  endless  day.     . 

3  0,  there  the  loved  of  earth  shall  meet, 

Whom  death  hath  sundered  here; 
The  prophets  and  patriarchs  there  will  meet 
With  all  that  worship  at  Jesus'  feet, 

No  more  separation  to  fear. 
Though  trials  and  griefs  await  us  here, 

The  conflict  will  soon  be  done : 
This  joyful  hope  our  hearts  shall  cheer, 
For  we  know  that  the  Saviour  will  soon  appear, 

And  leave  us  no  longer  alone. 


9a 


P.  M. 


How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me, 

In  yon  blissful  region,  that  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet  me. 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest! 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I  there  shall  delight  in  the  pleasures  unbounded, 
And  range  evermore  through  the  Eden  of  love. 

While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 

The  saints  as  they  flock,  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise ; 

Then    songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 
heaven ; 

My  soul  will  respond — to  Immanuel  be  given 

All  honor,  all  glory,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  by  grace  to  the  Eden  of  love. 

0,  hail,  blessed  state  !  hail,  ye  songsters  of  glory ! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  I  shall  meet  you  above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow  through  Jesus'  great 
love;" 
G 


02  THE  UNION  HARP. 

Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation. 

Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probatiou 

My  spirit  is  now  in  the  Eden  of  love! 


99. 

1  The  worst  of  sinners  now  may  find, 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind. 

Who  will  them  all  receive ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went ; 

Jesus  did  him  relieve. 

2  Let  all  of  us  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on ; 
Oar  troubles  and  our  conflicts  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 


P.  M. 


100.  *  * 


Go,  sinner,  see  the  bleeding  Lamb; — 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
There  is  salvation  in  his  name, — 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  you  then  shall  wear. 
And  conqueror's  palms  you  then  shall  bear 
And  all  the  joys  of  glory  share, — 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, — 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
In  mercy's  house  there  yet  is  room, — 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive 
All  those  who  will  on  him  believe, 
He  will  thy  conscience  now  relieve, — 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 


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101.  0.  K. 

1   What  poor  despised  company 
Of  travellers  are  these, 
Who  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  ? 

'2  Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 
All  children  of  a  King ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo,  for  joy  they  sing! 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean  ? 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
The  world  is  not  apprized. 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread. 
They  are  of  boundless  wealth  possessed — 
With  hidden  manna  fed, 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged  thorny  maze? 
That  is  the  way  their  Leader  trod ; 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  path 

That  worldlings  love  so  well? 
Because  that  is  the  way  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

102.  r  « 

1  Hark  !  hark  !  hear  the  blest  tidings ; 

Soon,  soon  Jesus  will  come 
Robed,  robed  in  honor  and  glory, 
To  gather  his  ransomed  ones  home  : 
Yes,  yes,  0  yes,  to  gather  his  ransomed  ones  home, 

2  Joy,  joy,  sound  it  more  loudly; 

Sing-,  sing  glory  to  God ; 


64  THE  UNION  HARP. 

Soon,  soon  Jesus  is  coming ; 
Publish  the  tidings  abroad  : 
Yes,  yes,  0  yes,  publish  the  tidings  abroad. 

3  Bright,  bright  seraphs  attending ; 

Shouts,  shouts  filling  the  air ; 
Down,  down  swiftly  from  heaven, 
Jesus  our  Lord  will  appear. 
Yes,  yes,  0  yes,  Jesus  our  Lord  will  appear. 

4  Now,  now,  through  a  glass  darkly, 

Shine,  shine  visions  to  come; 
Soon,  soon  we  shall  behold  them, 
Cloudless  and  bright  in  our  home  : 
Yes,  yes,  cloudless  and  bright  in  our  home. 

103.  p  « 

1  The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 
Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  the  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  are 

bowed. 

2  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all  heard  ; 
Lo,  the  dephs  of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are 

stirred  ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  East,  West, 

South,  and  North, 
All  the  vast  generation  of  man  are  come  forth. 

3  The  Judgment !  the  Judgment !  the  thrones  are  all  set 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 

met; 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord. 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

4  0,  mercy!  0,  mercy!  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  poor  children,  with  love  ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  be  in  favor  with  heaven ! 


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104.  l  ' 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0,  how  great ! 

# 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes — ■ 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  ways  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  foes  along ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  has  forever  by  me  stood ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0,  how  good ! 

5  When  from  his  love  I  go  astray 
He  leaves  me  not  in  folly's  way, 
His  tenderness  doth  then  appear ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0,  how  dear ! 

6  When  from  the  skies  he  shall  descend, 
And  round  him  angel  hosts  attend, 
Then  may  I  through  his  boundless  grace, 
His  loving-kindness  ever  praise  ! 

105.  p.  I 

1  I  am  sighing  for  home  where  the  King  in  his  glory 
Shall  banish  all  sorrow  and  scatter  ail  gloom : 
I  sigh  for  the  land  where  the  youth  and  the  hoary 
Shall  dwell  in  bright  Eden,  forever  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

•Sweet  home,  sweet  home,  sweet  home,  sweet  home, 
0,  there  let  me  dwell,  in  that  bright  Eden  home, 
6* 


66  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  I  am  sighing  for  home  where  the  songs  of  the 

ransomed 
Shall    echo    their  strains  throughout  heaven's 

high  dome  ! 
I  sigh  for  the  day  when  all  hearts  shall  be  gladdened. 
And  the  pilgrims  be  resting  in  their  happy  home. 

3  I  am  sighing  for  home,  where  no  ties  shall  be  broken. 

Where  death  shall  not  enter,  or  sickness  be  known. 
I  sigh  for  the  day  of  which  prophets  have  spoken: 
The  blest  restitution — I  long  to  go  home ! 


106, 


P.  M. 


1  Hail,  the  good  time  coming,  lo,  it  draweth  nigh, 

When  the  pilgrims  shall  be  blest; 
When  Christ  shall  reign  through  all  the  earth, 
And  bring  the  promised  rest. 

CHORUS. 

Then  hasten,  Lord,  hasten  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  saints  shall  possess  all  the  earth  restored 
And  reign  with  their  Lord  evermore. 

2  Hail,  the  good  time  coming,  when  the  curse  shall 

cease, 
And  the  tree  of  life  shall  grow; 
When  the  earth  shall  smile  in  Eden  bloom, 
And  the  crystal  streams  shall  flow. 

3  Hail,  the  good  time  coming,  when  the  meek  shall 

rejoice 
That  the  earth's  dread  night  is  no  more  ; 
When  oppression,  and  sorrow,  and  sickness,  and 

death, 
Shall  never  again  reach  our  shore. 


107. 


P.  M. 

Hear  the  last  call  of  mercy,  that  lingers  for  thee  ; 
0  !  sinner,  receive  it,  to  Jesus  now  flee  ! 
He  often  has  called  thee,  but  thou  hast  refused ! 
His  offered  salvation  and  love  is  abused ! 


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2  Hear  the  last  call  of  mercy,  0,  turn  not  away. 
For  now  swiftly  hasteth  the  dread  vengeance  day ! 
The  Spirit  invites  yon,  and  pleading,  says,  Come ! 
0,  come  to  life's  waters,  nor  thirstingly  roam. 

3  Hear  the  last  call  of  mercy,  0,  steel  not  thy  heart. 
For  mercy  is  rising  from  earth  to  depart ! 

Thy  Saviour  is  calling,  "  Ye  weary  ones  come, 
0,  come  and  be  ransomed,  in  me  there  is  room." 

4  Hear  the  last  call  of  mercy,  that  lingers  for  thee  ; 
Now  leave  thy  sad  bondage,  0,  sinner  be  free  ! 
Say  not  in  thy  mourning,  "  The  harvest  is  past, 
The  summer  is  ended,"  and  perish  at  last. 


108. 


P.  M. 


0,  happy  hour !  I  know  the  Lord  is  mine ! 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
He  saves  me  now  by  his  great  power  divine. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
From  henceforth  all  for  Christ  I  give, 
Resolved  for  him  alone  to  live : 
His  precious  word  I  do  believe. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 

0,  what  is  earth,  this  earth,  when  I  can  sing 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
Vain  are  the  joys,  the  joys  that  sense  can  brin<: 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
Great  are  my  transport,  light,  and  rest, 
When  I  am  by  my  Saviour  blest, 
And  he  invites  me  to  his  breast. 
•  All  is  well.     All  is  well. 

When  duty  calls,  I  will,  I  will  obey. 

All  is  well.    All  is  well. 
Welcome  the  cross !  the  cross  along  my  way. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
Though  fearful  nature  shrinking  stand, 
Lord,  I  am  thine,  and  in  thy  hand, 
And  I  will  move  at  thy  command. 

All  is  well.    All  is  well. 


m  THE  UNION  HARP. 

4  Rise,  rise,  my  soul,  press  onward,  onward  still. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
God  shall  my  powers  with  all  his  fulness  fill. 

All  is  well.     All  is  well. 
Stronger  than  death,  his  love  to  me 
Shall  be  my  joy  eternally, 
And  I  shall  all  his  glory  see. 

All  is  well.    All  is  well. 

109.  B.  K. 

1  How  sweet  is  Jesus'  name ! 
How  sweet  is  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  saints  delight,  with  angels  bright, 
His  mercy  to  proclaim. 

CHORUS. 

All  hail,  salvation  free!  All  hail,  salvation  free  ! 
Salvation  free  to  you  and  me; 
All  hail  salvation  free. 

2  Upon  the  cross  he  died, 
Upon  the  cross  he  died, 

Yet  lives  again,  0,  praise  his  name! 
He  lives — the  crucified ! 

3  He  offers  life  to  all, 
He  offers  life  to  all, 

0,  let  us  bow  before  him  now, 
And  for  this  favor  call. 

4  Who  will  refuse  his  love? 
Who  will  refuse  his  love? 

O,  sinner,  hear  the  Saviour  dear, 
He  calls  you  from  above. 

110.  K  «• 

1  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  awaj  ; 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  by  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 


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2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms; 
The  Saviour  invites  me — I  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room  ; 
0,  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home! 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 

Which  hinders,  dear  Lord,  my  communion  withjthee; 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  past  when  I  am  with  thee  at  home. 

4  While  here  in  this  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0,  grant  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day: 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  I  will  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 


111. 

1  How  long,  0  Lord,  our  Saviour, 

Wilt  thou  remain  away  ? 
Our  hearts  are  growing  weary 

Of  thy  so  long  delay: 
0  when  shall  come  the  moment 

When  brighter  far  than  mora, 
The  sunshine  of  thy  glory 

The  heavens  shall  adorn  ? 

2  How  long,  0  gracious  Master, 

Wilt  thou  thy  household  leave  ? 
So  long  hast  thou  now  tarried.# 

Few  thy  return  believe. 
Immersed  in  sloth  and  folly, 

How  many,  Lord,  we  see ! 
And  few  of  us  stand  ready 

With  joy  to  welcome  thee. 

3  0,  wake  thy  slumbering  virgins, 

Send  forth  the  solemn  cry — 
Let  all  the  saints  repeat  it — 

"The  Bridegroom  draweth  nigh.' 
May  all  our  lamps  be  burning, 

Our  loins. well  girded  be, 
That  we  at  thy  returning, 

WTith  joy  thy  face  may  see. 


P.  M. 


THE  UNION  HARP. 


112.  r  *• 

1  A  fountain  in  Jesus,  which  runs  always  free 
Is  opened  for  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we! 

Our  sins,  though  like  crimson,  as  white  as  the  wool 
Are  made  at  this  fountain,  which  always  is  full. 

2  All  things  now  are  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come  ! 
A  feast  is  here  made  by  the  Father  and  Son  ; 
Rich  dainties  abundant  here  we  may  receive. 
And  pleasures  forever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The  guests  who  were  bidden  refused  the  call ; 
For  they  were  not  willing  or  ready  at  all 

To  be  stripped  of  their  honor,  and  part  with  their 

store, 
For  a  supper  prepared  for  the  vile  and  the  poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready,  and  wish  to  delay, 

"  My  house  shall  be  filled,"  the  Father  doth  say, 
"  From  the  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the 

blind 
Shall  come,  and  be  welcome,  as  they  are  inclined." 


113.  l.k. 


1  Hail,  wondrous  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man. 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  made  for  me  a  hiding-place ! 

"2  Against  that  God  who  rules  on  high, 
The  purpose  of  my  heart  did  lie; 
I  fought  the  counsels  of  his  grace — 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place ! 

3  Encompassed  with  a  fearful  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light. 
Madly  I  ran  a  sinful  race, 
Despising  mercy's  hiding-place ! 


THE  UNION  HARP.  (  1 

4  But  lo,  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  Jesus  to  my  soul  appeared, 
And  offered  me  his  saving  grace, 
And  thus  became  my  hiding-place  I 

5  And  now  my  God  is  all  my  joy ; 
His  work  is  my  divine  employ; 
His  word  with  rapture  I  embrace, 
And  sing  of  a  sweet  hiding-place ! 

114.  p.m. 

1  Son  of  God,  thy  people's  shield, 

Must  we  still  thine  absence  mourn  ? 
Let  thy  promise  be  fulfilled ; 
Thou  hast  said,  "  I  will  return." 

2  Gracious  Master,  soon  appear, 

Quickly  bring  the  morning  light ; 
Then  will  cease  the  constant  tear, 
Hope  be  turned  to  joyful  sight. 

3  As  a  woman  counts  the  days 

Till  her  absent  lord  she  see, 
Longs  and  watches,  weeps  and  prays, 
So  the  church  must  long  for  thee. 

4  Come,  that  we  may  see  thee  nigh, 

Then  thy  flock  shall  feed  in  peace ; 
Hushed  forever  trouble's  sigh, 
Sin  and  sorrow's  triumph  cease. 

115.  p-  «• 

1   Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  henceforth,  my  all  shalt  be  ! 
Perish  every  fond  ambition — 

All  that  I  have  sought  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  now  my  own. 


72  THE  UNION  HARP. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  deceive  me  sorely, — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me. 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn  and  pain : 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure ; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Let  the  storm-clouds  round  me  gather, 

Thou  shalt  my  protection  be. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

,  Triumph  over  sin  and  fear ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  helps  thee  freely; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine - 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee. 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 


116. 


p.  yi. 


1  Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near ! 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear : 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform  : 
With  Christ  in  my  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
Mine  is  to  obey,  his  is  to  provide  : 

Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3  Wrhy  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ?  he  told  me  no  less ! 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word. 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  the  Lord. 


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4  How  bitter  the  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might  live! 
His  way  was  much  darker  and  rougher  than  mine  ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine  ? 

5  Since  all  that  T  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  is  food; 
Though  painful  at  present  it  will  not  last  long, 
And  then,  0,  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song! 

117.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  thy  death,  thou  Just  and  Good! 
All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  most, 
I  leave  them  for  thy  precious  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
When  did  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  an  offering  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  heart,  my  life,  my  all ! 

118.  l  "• 

1  When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 

What  glories  in  my  Saviour  dwell, 
Where  he  has  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2  0,  may  my  spirit  daily  rise, 

On  faith,  to  him  above  the  skies, 
Till  I  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  Love. 

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74  THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  His  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up, 

While  I  expect  that  blessed  hope — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

4  Come,  my  Beloved,  haste  away, 

Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 

Over  the  hills  where  beauties  grow  ! 

119.  p-  m. 

1  Hear  the  glorious  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Hear  the  glorious  proclamation 
Of  the  Saviour  near. 

CHORUS. 

While  the  choir  of  angels, 

While  the  choir  of  angels, 

•  While  the  choir  of  angels, 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

2  Hark  !  the  tidings  onward  rolling, 
Jesus  comes,  the  world  controlling! 
Hark  !  the  tidings  onward  rolling, 

Jesus  comes  to  reign. 

3  See  the  "sign"  in  heaven  appearing, 
And  the  blazing  chariot  nearing, 
See  the  "  sign  "  in  heaven  appearing, 

And  the  Saviour  there. 

4  See  the  earth  in  terror  shaking, 
And  the  dead  to  life  awaking, 
See  the  earth  in  terror  shaking, 

And  the  dead  arise. 

5  Now  on  wings  of  light  ascending, 
With  a  shining  host  attending, 
Now  on  wings  of  light  ascending, 

Mount  up  to  the  skies. 


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6  See  the  banner  waves  in  glory, 
While  ten  thousand  tell  the  story, 
See  the  banner  waves  in  glory, 
And  the  saints  all  there. 

120.  *•  »• 

1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest; 

Of  that  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confest ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathway  of  gold  ; 

Of  its  wall  decked  with  jewels  so  rare  ; 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love  ; 

Of  the  robes  which  the  glorified  wear  ; 
Of  the  raptures  which  every  heart  move  ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

5  May  we,  then,  midst  pleasure  or  wo, 

For  that  kingdom  our  hearts  now  prepare ; 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


121. 


P.  M. 


1  On  the  high  cliffs  of  Jordan  with  pleasure  I  stand, 
And  view  in  prospective  the  fair  promised  land  ; 
The  land  where  the  ransomed  with  singing  shall 

come, 
And  enter  the  Kingdom  prepared  as  their  home. 

2  All  over  those  peaceful,  delectable  plains, 

The  Lord  our  Redeemer  in  righteousness  reigns  ; 
His  sceptre  of  empire  he  now  doth  assume, 
And  kindly  doth  welcome  his  followers  home. 


7b  THE  UNION  HARP. 

3  How  blest  are  those  regions,  the  realms  of  repose, 
Where  with  fruits,  0,  how  grateful,  the  "  tree  of 

life  "  grows  ; 
The  regions  ambrosial  forever  in  bloom, 
God's  own  habitation,  the  saints'  happy  home  ! 

4  Those  pleasures  of  glory,  0,  when  shall  I  share, 
And  crowns  of  celestial  felicity  wear ; 

And  range  those  bright  landscapes,  exempt  from  a 

sigh, 
The  home  of  our  fathers,  now  specially  nigh ! 


122.  p-  »• 


1  0  the  amazing  change  ! 

A  world  created  new  ! 
My  thoughts  with  transport  range 

The  lovely  scene  to  view: 
Thee,  Lord  divine,  in  all  I  trace  ; 
The  work  is  thine — thine  be  the  praise. 

2  When  pointed  brambles  grew, 

Entwined  with  horrid  thorn, 
Gay  flowers,  forever  new, 

The  painted  fields  adorn  ; 
The  lily  there,  and  blushing  rose, 
In  union  fair  their  sweets  disclose. 

3  Where  the  bleak  mountain  stood, 

All  bare  and  disarrayed, 
See  the  wide  branching  wood 

Diffuse  its  grateful  shade; 
Tall  oaks,  and  pines,  and  cedars  nod, 
And  elms  and  vines  confess  their  God. 

4  The  tyrants  of  the  plain 

Shall  cease  their  savage  roar  ; 
No  more  they  rend  the  slain, 

They  thirst  for  blood  no  more; 
But  infant  hands  fierce  tigers  lead, 
And  lions  with  the  oxen  feed. 


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0,  when,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  these  glad  scenes  arise, 
To  verify  thy  word, 

And  bless  our  wondering  eyes ; 
That  earth,  with  all  her  tongues,  may  raise 
United  songs  of  ardent  praise? 

123.  p. «. 

1  Hail,  thou  blest  morn, 
When  Christ  the  Mediator, 
"Welcomed  by  angels, 
Cradled  in  a  manger, 
Came,  a  Redeemer 

For  the  ruined  nations, 
Bringing  their  ransom ! 

2  See,  the  bright  star, 

High  over  Judah's  mountains, 
Pours  down  its  splendor 
On  the  joyful  vision 
Of  the  enraptured, 
Watchful  men  of  wisdom, 
Beaming  salvation. 

3  Come,  pay  your  homage 
To  the  Infant  Mighty ! 
Hark!  hosts  celestial 
Sing  above  most  sweetly, 

"  Glory  and  peace,"  which 
Shall  be  everlasting: 
Amen,  and  amen! 

4  Say,  shall  we  bring 

To  him,  in  our  devotion, 
Gems  of  the  mountains, 
Odors  of  the  islands, 
Pearls,  gold,  or  silver  ? 
He  demands  the  offering 
Of  our  affections. 

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78  THE  UNION  HARP. 

124.  t.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call ; 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  floods  of  sorrow  thus  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint? 
Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor. 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word,  still  fixed,  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
That  soul  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

125.  s.  m 

1  How  tender  is  thy  hand, 

0  thou  most  gracious  Lord ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command, 
And  leave  us  at  thy  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chastened  us  for  sin  ! 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
Where  deep  distress  had  been. 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A  Father's  love  we  knew, 
When  full  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
And  found  his  promise  true. 

4  Now  will  we  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  strength  confide  ; 
Forever  be  his  name  adored, 
For  there  is  none  beside. 


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126.  r.  m. 

1  O,  come,  come  away!  for  time's  career  is  closing; 
Let  worldly  care  henceforth  forbear ; 

0,  come,  come  away! 
Come,  come,  our  holy  joys  renew, 
Where  love  and  heavenly  friendship  grew ; 
The  Spirit  welcomes  you; 

0,  come,  come  away ! 

2  Awake  ye,  awake  !  no  time  now  for  reposing  ; 
"  The  Lord  is  near  !  "  breaks  on  the  ear ; 

O,  come,  come  away! 
Come,  come  where  Jesus'  love  will  be, 
Who  says,  "  I  meet  with  two  or  three ;  " 
Sweet  promise  made  to  thee. 

0,  come,  come  away! 

3  Come  where  sacred  song  the  pilgrim's  heart  is 

cheering ; 
Come,  and  learn  there  the  power  of  prayer; 

0,  come,  come  away! 
In  sweetest  notes  of  sympathy 
We  praise  and  pray  in  harmony  ; 
Love  makes  our  unity. 

0,  come,  come  away ! 

4  Night  soon  will  be  past,  and  endless  day  appearing, 
Away  from  home  no  more  we  roam ; 

0,  come,  come  away! 
And  when  the  trump  of  God  shall  sound, 
The  saints  no  more  by  death  are  bound; 
We  own  our  Jesus  crowned. 

0,  come,  come  away! 

5  0,. come,  come  away,  my  Saviour,  in  thy  glory! 
"  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done;  " 

O,  come,  come  away! 
O,  come,  my  Lord,  thy  right  maintain, 
And  take  thy  throne  and  on  it  reign! 
Then  earth  shall  bloom  again. 

0,  come,  come  away ! 


INDEX. 


All  hail  the  great  Immanuel's 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Am  I  a  soldier 

HYMN. 

2 

3 

.       33 

Away  with  our  sorrow 
Are  we  almost  there 
All  the  prophets  of  old 
Amazing  grace 
Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful 
A  fountain  in  Jesus 

54 
.       75 

95 

.       39 

104 

.     112 

Broad  is  the  road 

Before  Jehovah's  awful 

Beside  the  gospel  pool 

Begone,  unbelief    .             .             , 

8 

.       15 

27 

.     116 

Come,  ye  sinners 

Come,  let  us  anew               .             , 
Come,  all  ye  friends  of  Zion     . 
Come,  thou  fount 

18 

.       35 

90 

.       94 

0 

Drooping  souls 

66 

Equip  me  for  the  war 

.       32 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy 
From  whence  doth  this  union 

22 

.       48 

God,  in  the  gospel  of    . 
Go,  sinners,  see  the  bleeding 
God  of  my  life  .            .            . 

14 

.     100 

124 

82 


INDEX. 


Hail,  wondrous  love 

Hark!  the  song 

Hark!  whence  that  voice 

High  in  the  heavens 

How  perfect  is  thy  word 

How  happy  are  the  little    . 

Hail  to  the  brightness 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's 

Here  on  the  earth  as  a 

How  firm  a  foundation 

How  sweet  to  reflect     . 

Hark!  hark!  hear  the  blest 

Hail,  the  good  time  coming 

Hear  the  last  cali  of  mercy 

How  sweet  is  Jesus'  name 

How  long,  0  Lord,  our  Saviour 

Hear  the  glorious 

Hail,  thou  blest 

How  tender  is  . 

In  expectation  sweet     . 

In  Eden's  bowers 

In  the  sun 

In  evil  long 

I  am  sighing  for  home 

Jesus,  refuge  of  my 
Jesus,  at  thy  command 
Jehovah  reigns 
Jesus  died,  yet 
Joyfully,  joyfully 
Jesus,  I  my  cross 

Kingdoms  and  thrones 


41 


Lord,  in  thy  temple 
Lo,  he  comes    . 


16 

44 


My  soul  is  happy  when 
My  heavenly  home  is    . 
My  days  are  gliding 
Mark  that  pilgrim 
Must  Jesus  bear    . 


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67 
70 
74 
91 


INDEX 

0  thou,  from  whom 

0  thou,  to  whose  all-searching 

0  thou,  in  whose  presence 

0,  how  happy  are  they 

0,  for  a  faith  that 

On  Jordan's 

On  the  mountain's 

Out  on  an  ocean     . 

0  God,  my  inmost 

0,  hail  happy  day 

0,  how  I  long   . 

0,  happy  hour,  I  know 

On  the  high  cliffs 

0  the  amazing  change 

0,  come,  come 

Praise  God,  from  whom 

Show  pity,  Lord     . 
Stand  up,  my  soul 
Soldiers  of  the 
Salem's  great  King 
Sweet  bonds 
Son  of  God,  thy  people's 

There  is  a  King  of 

To-day  the  Saviour 

Thine  oath  and 

There  is  a  fountain 

The  Christian  warrior 

The  glorious  day  is  coming 

There  is  a  land  of  calm 

The  last  lovely 

The  voice  of  free    . 

The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed 

Together  let  us  sweetly 

The  gospel  trumpet 

Thou  Judge  of 

There  is  a  world  to 

This  groaning 

The  worst  of  sinners     . 

The  chariot 

The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have 


83 


84 


INDEX. 


Watchman!  tell  us 
What  shall  I  render 
When  marshalled  on 
Wait  on  the  Lord 
When  I  can  read  my 
Will  you  go,  sinner,  go 
What  heavenly  music  do    . 
When  shall  the  voice     . 
When  the  last  trumpet's     . 
With  joy  we  meditate  . 
When  shall  I  see  the  day   . 
We  are  bound  for  the  land 
We  are  going  home,  led  by 
What  heavenly  music  falls 
When  for  the  eternal 
What  vessel 
Whither  goest  thou 
We  have  heard  from     . 
What  poor,  despised 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous 
When  strangers  stand 
We  speak  of  the  realms 

Ye  valiant  soldiers 
Ye,  who  rose  to  meet 


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